During my younger days I considered many career options. From as early as my time in the womb I am confidant I longed for greatness, grand and glorious.
I wanted to be a princess, bejeweled, beloved, and beheld. Perhaps an actress, a singer, or a president...a good one. After all, Monica does absolutely nothing for me! And if you supoena her she'll verify that. DNA on demand.
I never ever ever wanted to be a nurse. Whiny sick people get on my nerves and I fainted in the hospital once while my daughter's busted chin was being stitched. How's that for great Mom support?
I wanted to be a veterinarian, a teacher, an astronaut, a stewardess, a model. I considered the military, the FBI, the CIA, and the person who checked Jacques Cousteau's air tanks.
Not once did I ever long for a McJob.
And at no time did I consider being a machinist in Westerville, Ohio...til now!
Then again, what does one do with all that money? Yeah, we'd all like to find out, and I imagine we'd find out that it's not always all it's cracked up to be. We all spent the last week dreaming and scheming, even if you didn't have a powerball lottery ticket, you knew someone who did. Someone who'd said, "If I win I'll toss you a mil". THEY may not have been serious but YOU got it on tape.
I made my list. Not only did I realize I'd not have to worry about my daughter's upcoming college tuition, I figured I'd just buy her a college. I'd have given a bunch away from the get go. I don't like thinking about all those zeros in my checkbook. That little space in the check register that they give you is so small, so let's just lighten the load from the beginning. Then a shopping trip, a new computer or two, an island, socks without holes, underwear that doesn't ride up, the usual...
And, would that it had been me, I'd never have told. I don't feel the need to be held in jealous rapture by those less fortunate. One look at my bank account would be enough rapture for me. Of course after the face-lift, the liposuction, the nose job, the breast augmentation and the butt lift, there might be a rapture of a different order!
It would change me. I won't pretend that it wouldn't. It has to, it's impossible to think that suddenly when nothing material is beyond your grasp that not just your life, but your very psyche wouldn't be affected. Hell, I wouldn't have slept for a week. If nothing else the sleep deprivation would make me as cranky as Godzilla with PMS. Yeah, Godzilla was female, trust me on this one.
I know someone who won $16 million after taxes. She was a very nice person until then. Suddenly everyone was suspect, every dime was important to her, the easy carefree joviality we all once shared disappeared. I don't want to be like that.
The only way to accomplish that is to remain anonymous as the winner.
Now, I could do this. Little is so exciting as knowing a secret everyone else wants to know. It'd be fun to keep silent, wearing a sly smirky smile. And, I could ease into it, slowly adding things a little at a time. For instance, I'd not hire the maid AND the butler in the same month. My donations would be done without identity. I certainly wouldn't turn down a check for $100,000 simply because there were no strings attached.
Finally, and most importantly, I'm known far and wide for being eccentric. I gave up something in my job that people work all their lives for and don't attain. If I suddenly gave up the whole shebang and quit, people would simply nod their heads and think I'd really lost it this time.
They'd never know...I'd won it!